Star Dome Railway: The opening performance of Taixu Sword God

Are you really mentally ill? No.

They just make too much fuss out of a molehill.

Well, that must be the case.

Even if there is, the world is sick.

While he was thinking this, Heita sat opposite him holding a small instrument and reached out to Yan Huan:

"Bring me the card I gave you."

"Oh." Yan Huan handed over the blank ID card.

Hearing only a "beep", Heita swiped the card on the machine, then picked up the touch screen pen and prepared to record on the screen.

"Name." Heita asked.

Yan Huan had a black question mark on his face:

"Aren't you seeing a doctor? Why are you sitting across from me?"

Heita turned his pen and it was natural:

"As I said, you are my property and I am personally responsible for what happened. Hurry up, name."

"..."

"Name." Heita glanced at Yan Huan impatiently.

"You dare to say you don't know?" Yan Huan frowned.

Heita nodded, "I know, I'll just ask."

Then he started writing on the screen.

Yan Huan: "..."

"Hometown."

"Destiny."

"Birthday."

"February thirty-first."

Heita raised his head, raised his eyebrows, and his lavender eyes were very puzzled:

"Are you sure there is a thirty-first day in February?"

Yan Huan shyly put her hands on her knees and smiled shyly: "I forgot, ouch."

Black Tower was speechless: "..."

After filling in the number casually, he then asked:

"gender."

"Can't you really tell?" Yan Huan frowned.

Heita nodded, "Male gender, right? OK."

She was about to continue writing, but Yan Huan interrupted:

"How can you assume my gender?"

Black Tower: "..."

Heita was silent for a moment, then quickly filled in "female" in the gender column.

Yan Huan stared blankly at the small words she wrote on the screen, then raised her head and looked at Heita.

"Does your conscience really not hurt?"

"How dare I assume your gender? What if it's a female." Heita said disdainfully.

"Okay, go ahead. If you interrupt again, I'll write it all based on my mood."

Yan Huan: "..."

Then Yan Huan became more honest, and finally completed filling in her identity information during the questions and answers.

It was the "female" in the gender column that made him feel particularly dazzling.

"Can't you change it?"

Heita frowned:

"It can't be changed, it has just been entered into the system."

Yan Huan: "..."

"Okay, Ms. Yan Huan, stretch out your hand to take your fingerprints, and then take a photo of your face. This matter is settled." Heita urged.

Yan Huan sniffed and obeyed.

He was afraid that Heita would just put down his burden and leave, and then upload an ugly photo that didn't even look like a person.

From then on, the photos of Yan Huan at Interstellar Peace Company were no longer of the same race as him.

After a series of operations, Yan Huan's identity was finally successfully entered into the Interstellar Peace Company's system.

"Okay, you can go out now." Heita sorted out the information, sat on the chair and chased people away impatiently.

Yan Huan was stunned:

"Is this all right? Didn't you say before that you wanted to see me for mental illness?"

Then, he seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes gradually became excited: "Don't you think you think I have no problem at all?"

Heita shook his head and was speechless:

"Don't look at it, it's hopeless, and I don't have the patience to talk to you anymore. Remember to test the simulated universe tomorrow morning. I will give you something in March later, and it will be your special medicine."

"What to give her?" Yan Huan raised an eyebrow.

……

Observation carriage.

Walter, Dan Heng, Ji Zi, Pam, and March are all standing here at this time.

They all had serious expressions on their faces, staring intently at Yan Huan, who was squatting on the sofa.

March th's eyes were bright: "Look, isn't this pretty good? How appropriate."

Dan Heng crossed his arms and expressed his affirmation: "Indeed, I didn't expect Miss Heita to be really good at it."

Ji Zi nodded slightly and kept smiling: "I never thought that we could do this. It is low cost and can solve the problem at critical moments. This plan is of great reference value."

Walter pushed up his glasses and agreed: "Well, I think this is very reasonable."

Pam on the side was also jumping up and down, very excited: "Passenger Yan Huan, we are all satisfied now, what do you think Pam?"

At this time, Yan Huan's face was full of lovelessness.

Look at these five people. No, it was the face of four people and an unknown creature, and he was very dissatisfied.

He felt insulted.

Both mentally and personally.

“Rip!!”

He tore off the tape that sealed his mouth, his eyes widened in disbelief:

"What kind of treatment is this? Can sealing my mouth solve the problem? I protest, protest!"

March put his hands on his hips and frowned: "The protest is invalid!"

Pam raised her furry hands:

"Sorry par, we all agreed on this matter, five to one par!"

Everyone nodded in unison, and then handed the important task of sealing Yan Huan's mouth at the critical moment to March Qi.

Ji Zi patted March Qi's shoulder and encouraged: "March, this roll of tape will be yours from now on."

March stood up straight and saluted solemnly: "Promise to complete the tasks assigned by Sister Jizi, resolutely stop Yan's various abnormal behaviors and remarks, and protect the reputation and safety of the train!"

Yan Huan stared at this scene blankly, and suddenly, the entire observation car burst into warm applause.

"Snap, snap, snap, snap—!!"

Among them, March drums are the most vigorous.

While applauding, she turned to Yan Huan and said, "Did you see that there is one more instrument of torture?"

Yan Huan: "..."

March said excitedly:

"What's wrong? Are you too excited to speak?"

Yan Huan: "..."

Seeing that he didn't respond, March Qi blinked, picked up Yan Huan's packet of "Hibiscus King" from the table, pulled out one stick from it, and handed it to Yan Huan.

"Come on, don't look so sad, come and smoke one, come on!"

At this time, March th, I imitated the actions that Yan Huan had done.

Have fun.

The corners of his mouth were always raised with a strong smile.

Her pink blue eyes were sparkling and she was very excited.

This caused great mental harm to Yan Huan himself.

He quickly raised his hand to block the "Furong King" and said in a deep voice:

"Third sister, how can you use my moves? You are too uninnovative."

The corners of March 's lips curved, and she handed the "Furong King" forward again:

"Learn skills from the barbarians to defeat the barbarians. What's wrong, Brother Huan, aren't you very cheerful when you pass cigarettes to others?"

Yan Huan quickly blocked it with his hands:

"No one in this world will ever be able to empathize with me. You have failed to understand my essence."

March tilted her head:

"What essence?"

"I only give it to people who don't smoke."

Yan Huan took the "Furong King", took out the lighter from his arms, lit it, and held it in his mouth.

Take a deep breath.

"Hi~hoo" first showed a happy expression, and then, "Cough cough cough cough cough..."

Can't stop coughing.

"You don't know how to smoke and pretend to be a der. Apart from passing this bag of Furong King to others, I have never seen you smoke it yourself." March looked disgusted and immediately stepped back a few meters.

I was afraid of being coughed by this person.

Wow, what a shame.

Chapter 20 Large Yan Huan Fan Meeting

early morning.

Yan Huan, as usual, was lying on the bed in the shape of "wood", waiting for the Lord of Hell to knock on the door.

“Boom boom boom boom—!!”

Outside the door, the shouts of March came.

"Get up quickly and have breakfast. We're going to the space station to test the simulated universe later!"

very nice.

Ever since I got in the car, I didn’t even need to set the alarm clock.

"Wow!" Seeing that there was still no movement in the room, March directly opened the door.